Like the wasteland before the black iron gate, this new black prairie was equally silent and desolate.
There was not a trace of life.
Moreover, the talismans were consumed very quickly in this grassland. After only about ten minutes, the Cloud-Climbing Talisman and Jia Ma Talisman, which should have burned for half an hour, had already turned to ashes.
Zheng Qing landed amid the grass.
These black weeds grew luxuriantly and were very soft. Walking on them felt like stepping onto a thick carpet, inevitably stirring a pleasant feeling in his heart.
If not for that awful color.
The young publicly funded student held his rune gun and warily looked from side to side. As he quickened his pace, he muttered to himself—previously, that guy in yellow had told him that on this new journey, he would see all sorts of things. He could take whatever he wanted, and whatever he took could be brought back to the real world.
But now, as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but these pitch-black weeds. He could not even spot a cockroach. Did the man in yellow expect him to pull up a pile of weeds and bring them back?
After walking for more than half an hour toward the bronze gate, he felt that the distance had narrowed slightly. Zheng Qing pulled a blanket from his Gray Cloth Bag, intending to rest his feet.
He took out the jerky, naan bread, and assorted preserved fruits he had prepared beforehand, then flipped open his spellbook and silently cast Spring Water Incantation. He promptly finished his picnic.
After eating, he had originally intended to set out immediately. But when he saw the crooked black weeds beyond the blanket, a thought suddenly occurred to him.
While he had been on the